The Dallas daily herald. [volume] (Dallas, Tex.) 1873-1887, 1887-02-07

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ting and kiss her for her good sense,
but he did not dare. No, not yet;
may be sometime he could do that,
but not to-day, much as he wished to-
She seemed to be looking at him, and
pretending not to see him, he Thought
Was she taking an inventory OF his
den" or was she reading him, much
Ms u professor would textbook? lie
ielt little uncomfortable when those
quiet blue-gray eyes rested for mo-
ment on HIM, but when he looked at
her, he forgot everything but the iiut-
ter OF delight in his lonely soul, anc
the lines OF Robert Burns:
But to see her was to love her,
Love but her, and love forever.
She talked q his literary prospects;
found much to commend in his en-
leavors, and seemed interested in his
welfare.
How strange it sounded to him &c
have cheering words spoken in ms ten
by twelve study; the very walls must
have been surprised, he thought, to
have caught the echoes OF an encourage
ing voice. But hegrew confident while
she talked; confident that he could win
and wear the laurel il she never for
sock him.
How quickly the hours had ilowr
md she was ready to 90. He wens
with her to the train and pressed hex
hand in a little half-irightened manneE
Mt parting and she had coored slight
", but she was not offended.
The cars had gone now, and he stood.
looking the way she went. She waved
a goodbye TO him with her handker-
chief from the open window and her
kindly face had beamed on him from
beneath its crown OF dainty rings o.
curling hair, clustering on the fuR
white forehead
All, mel the "den" was lonesome
now, and so silent, since it's brief sea-
SON OF sunshine, coming like the smile
oil an angel, and going as goes beau
tiful dream, leaving n tender regret.
There were the flowers she had given
him; there was the manuscript she had
praised, and her words seemed linger-
ing yet in the room. He pressed the
flowers to his heart fill the vacuum
which never had been filled as her love
could fill it, and murmured; 81 VIII
help you"
She had said this and more as she
stood lingering by his desk, and she
had looked at him over her ian with
an expression he could scarcely inter
pref 1t seemed to him that she would
have been contented to have stayed
with him, and his heart gave great
throb OF happiness at the thought.
But he was only guessing and he
might be far from the truth.
Autumn had come again, flashing
banners over field and wood. He had
not heard from her lately, but she was.
still in the east Had she become dis
enchanted by his PLAN, everyday mp
pearance, and was she forge tting him
now aiter-well, she never said that
she loved him, but she had come nigh
unto that happy confession more than.
once; at least he so interpreted it.
But il she did not care for him, God
help himl
That word Failure" would be his
destiny after all, and the sunshine
would 60 out suddenly from his life.
Was he weak and unmanly to depend
on another so2 No; he thought not.
Why had this one bright star risen on
his night? Why had this fair helper
crossed his lonely way just in time to
save him? Why did this great effec-
ton for her become his very existence
il they were all doomed to 90 down in
to the cheerless grave OF hlC1ard
Reali togetherY
He had seen beautiful blossoms open
in dewy mornings, with promise OLE
bright happy day, only 90 bc crushed
and withered ere the noontide Were
they type OF his poor hungry soul
and its love OF the good, the true and
the elevating? Would it ever be said
OF him, "here lies great soulkilled by
cruel wrongY" Would "bleak, desc
late poon" be all left to him of this
beautiful dream OF his clouded life, and
would the words that crushed pilot
" from his heart" come to naught at
last.
Sorrow had always kept his soul
heretofore, but lately he had dreamed
OF brighter, better things.
The gates of fair, sweet Edenland
had been held ajar for him 10y her
hand, and the past few months had
been like n beautiful sunset showing
against his dark day.
They had revealed to him what his
life might have been-had she come to
him in years gone by; but, perhaps,
they, too, were more like a beautiful
sunset than he cared to have them;
perhaps they would go out into cheer
less night, as the gold and purple
bands, trembling away out there in
the gray cleaning of the November
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